Her parents may have worked but she
Enjoys a life of luxury.
No matted muddy coat for her
But brushed and clean and glossy fur.
She can’t herd sheep into a pen
But knows the way to handle men.
Visitors will, one and all,
Fall victim to her game of ball.
She “drives” her master from his chair
To exercise and breathe fresh air,
But as she runs there rises deep
The need to fetch the shepherd’s sheep.
As ancient instinct fills her head
She brings him sticks and stones instead.

Roxy – My Border Collie